I was hanging up the kid’s artwork and realized I didn’t have anything to represent Max. So I got out the paints, stripped him down to his diaper and got him belly-ed up to the counter. As you can see from the series of photos, he was happy…apprehensive…unsure…content…then mad. It wasn’t that he was mad about the paint in his mouth, but more that we took away the paintbrush. Then, of course, came the requisite bath.